Brianna recoiled from the pain in her foot. Her expression twisted momentarily in rage, "Why you little-" she inhaled sharply and forced herself to calm down. He was trying to get her riled up. She was the only person who could influence her own emotions. She couldn't let him take over. Her face smoothed into a calm facade and she happily took the syringe from Hunter. "Ah, at least there is one true gentleman in the room." She nods gratefully and for a moment watches the strange coloured liquid in awe, holding it to the artificial white light from the roof. "I think we need to be careful of him," she warns Hunter and then turns to kick Ambrose in the stomach with her sharp heel.
Ambrose smirks slightly at the look. He frowns a bit as she calms down, watching them both warily. He opens his mouth at her comment, before doubling over as she kicks him. He gasps as the wind is knocked out of him. He stumbles back, before glaring at her. "Bitch." He snarls, moving warily away from her. "Don't you dare fucking touch me!"